About three years ago I rose early one morning at our mountain cabin with the expectation of closing it for the summer. I dressed accordingly, breakfasted, and studied the Lesson-Sermon for the week, found in the Christian Science Quarterly. Our son had started off on horseback to the village on an errand, his dog going with him.
I was led to pick up the Seventy-fifth Anniversary Edition of Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy, and inasmuch as I had promised myself to read this edition from cover to cover, I started on the first page, reading every word, including the marginal headings. The pages seemed illumined; thoughts and ideas presented themselves in such a why as I had never known. I was so inspired and enlightened that the sense of time and even the thought of our son did not enter my consciousness.
A station wagon from a nearby ranch drove up, and the driver informed me that our son had been picked up unconscious by a forest ranger and had been taken in an ambulance to the hospital in the village, where he needed me. During the five-mile drive to the village I was knowing that since all space is filled with God, our son was safe. When I approached his bedside I repeated the Bible passage (Col. 3:3), "Your life is hid with Christ in God." He answered, "Mother, I know that; but the nurse keeps telling me that I may die, and I have told her three times that I am a Christian Scientist."
